The Traps of Black Swan

Aarvi could feel her heart racing against the rhythm of his lips sucking and biting hers like a greedy child desperate to have the whole candy for himself.

She weirdly likes his stubbornness for her. Last two years she wasn't only staying with him because she felt like she owed him but his determination to keep her around him.

Now, his greediness to have her completely for himself won her again. She wanted to soothe him, assure him that she couldn't be anybody's but his, wholly but she didn't get the chance.

She felt his arms tighten further pressing her against his muscly, slender body leaving no gap between them. She tried to speak against lips and ask for some air but a slithery tongue effortlessly slid inside her warm mouth.

He tasted her mouth tangling with her frozen tongue, he unknowingly let out a groan for the fondness of her sweetness. He continued to explore her mouth, tasting every part of it without a hint of hesitation leaving her like a puddle of water in his arms

Aarvi's knees were weak, she quickly clutched onto his arm and shoulder clinging to her dear life. The leftover sanity in her just fled out of the window and she let out a pleasurable moan snapping his control.

His hand entangled with her hair and added more pressure on her lips. His hot burning slippery tongue invaded her mouth muddling her brain completely.

It was gently yet demanding and overwhelming for her to grasp and hold longer. She whimpered and patted him desperately begging for some air having no strength to push him or pull away.

He pulled his head back to let her breathe with his dark yet passionate gaze fixated on her flushed petite face, leaning her head on his palm, he watched her gasping air through her mouth. He loved the fact he was the reason for her state and she let herself go for him.

Her flush had spread down her neck as her chest hopelessly heaved up and down against his chest panting for lots of air. His intense desirous gaze fixated on her plump swollen lips. He wanted to graze them but he carefully held her like a delicate piece of art he created and it might break by a small movement of his hands.

Aarvi felt dizzy by all the emotions and the long passionate kiss that left her weak but she stubbornly held vest craving for his warmth and his light spicy scent. She didn't know if those were calming her or making it hard for her to deal with those new sensations.

Just when she thought she got hold of it and she was opening her eyes, the man decided to torture her in another way.

He dipped his head and licked her swollen delicious lips causing her to clutch his shoulder. Her eyes lids involuntarily shut back to feel the pleasure pressing her voice down in her throat.

Aaron licked his lips and expressed his dissatisfaction in his deep hypnotic tone with a hint of mystery, "I don't like your lipstick taste."

Aarvi failed to fathom his words and looked at him hazily. She still needed time to rest the turmoil he started and... Repeated. She couldn't stop herself from clinging to his shoulder when a cold run down her spine.

Despite saying he didn't like the taste of her lipstick, he was adamant about removing the traces of it which had already faded.

Her toes curled by the tingling sensation she felt in her body. Her parted lips pursed into a thin line unable to hold her voice down that was threatening to spill out of her lips without her control, his hot breath continued to fan her smooth skin and hitched her breath.

But the man again grazed his wet tongue tracing the edge of her lips. She wanted to stop him but her hands went against her pulling him closer as though it was under his spell. Her brows slightly knitted making her hard for her to control her voice by the pleasure he was building up.

His lips moved against her lips and said more like a commanding her, "Don't suppress." He didn't want her to hide any emotions but let go of herself only to him, around him, for him.

"Huh?" Her muddled brain tried to get out of the hazy. Aarvi wasn't the one to give her control but hold the control but these were all still overwhelming for her.

As though compelled to his orders, when he again effaced her lipstick, "Aaron…" She moaned his name in her amorous tone evoking his buried deep dark desire.

Her eyes were shut, his every move made her sensitive, excited the weird sensation in her body. She was tempted to kiss him, pressing herself against his muscular body as her body started to turn warmer and warmer.

As though her lips were his favorite flavor of ice cream, even though he was holding the last string at the edge to losing control, he didn't stop till he made sure the lipstick wasn't claiming her lips but him.

He was about to remind her to breathe, she used the possible sanity she was able to acquire and the strength that left in her. She bit his lip a little harder to stop his torture, she couldn't bear it anymore by whatever he was trying to do to her and making her feel.

Her heart drummed erratically like a reminder to take it slowly. She weirdly craved to follow it and slowly enjoy their time. She wanted to learn about him, themselves, and also the unknown side of herself unhurriedly, bit by bit savoring and relishing their time.

When she composed, she quickly let go of his lips without understanding why didn't he even flinch a little. Aaron didn't let go of her and watched her redness darken again.

Her finger gently traced his reddened lips. She could see a faint bruise from her bite. She had almost thought she was docile in his arms for focusing on whatever he was doing to her but she wasn't.

She had tried to match his incredible pace too, bit him, and had sucked harder. If his soft lips were as sensitive as her, they might have swollen bigger than her. Yet his lips were damn enticing and tempting for her to kiss.

She raised her eyes to meet his gaze but his lids were shut enjoying her soft touch of fingers on his lips and trying to calm down his heart… Probably relax his body too.

Calm? Her lips slyly arced, she wanted to tease him and was ready to jump into the fire without fear and provoked it.

The pink tip of her tongue traced the light bruise that she had left as though she was the medicine to cure it. She didn't stop there even after feeling his tempestuous scorching gaze on her

Aaron wanted to warn her but knew she would have her way. Yet he gave it a try, he cupped her face trying to leave her on the floor, "Cu…" The word caught in his throat and froze.

His heart drummed at the thought of what he should have told her if he called her Cupcake.

A fear of affecting her memory was creeping up when he felt her warm sweetness crash his fear and shattered his resolve.